2003-10-05 / 1:30 p.m.

Coffee. Pancakes. Vodka; chocolate flavored. Cigarettes. Flowers on a hill. A table in the shade. Sleeping until noon. Total lack of plans or responsibilites other than at some point later going home to have sex. Add ingredients together and stir with a blow pop; allow to cool before serving.

And I was all nervey-offended-annoyed-kinda-sad last night with a headache and sore shoulders. Bah! My life is good.

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